Kingdom of Ash

Part of it, at least. Half the ruks and
Darghan riders would march under Kashin’s
banner on the eastern side of the mountains, to
draw out the forces from the Ferian Gap into
open battle in the valley. While they snuck
behind, right through their back door.
Snow lay heavy on the Fangs, the gray sky
threatening more, but the rukhin scouts and
wild men had assessed that no bad weather
would hit them for a while yet—not until they
reached the Gap, at least.
Five days’ trek, with the army and
mountains. It would be three for the army that
marched along the lake’s edge and river.
Aelin tipped her face toward that cold sky
as they began the endless series of
switchbacks up the mountainsides. The rukhin
could carry much of the heavier equipment,
thank the gods, but the climb into the
mountains would be the first test.